[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]Wretched One[/color][/b]

[i]I'm amazed by a God Slayer's strength but its not enough,[/i] he thought, sprinting to the left to dodge the bellow and feeling the aftermath of it behind him. 

He saw the slight movement that flowed with the youth, heard his steps as he approached. With a slight sway, he gripped the youth's wrist and   launched his fist towards the God Slayer's gut, a large explosion bursting from his fist in the process. Smoke drifted from his fist. The youth had potential but as he was, he was too slow, too experienced, and too reckless. He reminded him a bit of himself.

A sudden scent wafted past his nose and glanced over at Cyn, a slight pink on his cheeks as he did. "Shit," he whispered.